Chapter 23: with translation of chapter title

Wen Li

This is also one of the reasons why everyone came here to rest and did not return to the Alliance University.

Excessive suspicion easily gets people killed.

But they are not the decision-makers; they can only guess.

Fu Guang made the fish leap from the water surface, and on the light brain she found the person she wanted to find.

The military finds it hard to directly contact these cannon fodder of theirs, and the military is not a monolith; there are always people it fears.

White Tower.

For information on SS-rank Guides, the White Tower needs it more than the military does.

Although the information is eventually shared, the first mover always gets a step ahead, and the latter is subject to others.

"I will first leak the information to the White Tower, then tell the military; does anyone have any objections?"

"If no one speaks, I'll take it as consent." Fu Guang said with a smile.

The Sentinels fell silent for a moment; Shang Ze's eyes shifted, while the others merely shrugged, appearing indifferent.

Don't look at them being S-rank Sentinels, but there is still a hierarchy among Sentinels.

Strength does not always decide everything.

If an SS-rank Guide truly appears, the military will assign Sentinels with strong family backgrounds and close ties to the military, rather than us war orphans.

Only with a clear stance can the White Tower's Guides be inclined toward the military.

Shang Ze gave a bitter smile, "Can I just pretend I know nothing?"

Fu Guang blinked her blue eyes, "Don't worry, nothing will happen to anyone."

The S-rank Guides inside the White Tower and the Sentinels behind them who made the SS-rank Guide recover.

The position of the Sentinel capable of pulling off such a heaven-defying feat is absolutely not low; he will block the White Tower's Guide from entering.

No one wants to get involved in this matter; stay out of it.

She sent a message to Yun Xiao: "Yun Xiao, does the White Tower currently have an SS-rank Guide?"

The other side quickly replied, "What's up?"

"On a mission, I encountered a woman claiming to be an SS-rank Guide, and she has been haunting my dreams, scaring me to death."

After a while, the other side replied, "Really or fake? Is it from the Snow Lotus Star?"

"The other side said that when an SS-rank or higher Guide perishes, if the spiritual form is promptly retracted, it can continue living in another way—is that true?"

The other side's message instantly replied, "Guide Fu Guang, where are you?"

"I just woke up, I don't even know where this is, and I'm still trembling with fear."

Yun Xiao said, "I found your coordinates on a D-rank planet outside the Capital Star System."

"The White Tower will send someone to meet you right away; don't be afraid."

"Mm-hmm."

Fu Guang pressed send; the light from the light brain shone, reflecting in her blinking blue eyes, she gave a light chuckle, then slowly sent a similar message to the military.

First, she condemned the military's mission error that nearly cost her life, demanding compensation for mental loss and accidental injury.

Then the lion opened its mouth wide, and slightly, due to the fright, inadvertently revealed information about the SS-rank Guide.

After the other side received the message, they logged off, citing their own fatigue.

The timid, easily frightened Guide who loves to cry first went to the White Tower to complain, asking what the problem is?

At most, they just find her unpleasant.

Bai Gao stared, fascinated, at the mischievous Fu Guang; the smile at the corner of his mouth never faded, and he suddenly felt that he and Fu Guang were the same kind of person.

However, if it were him, his methods would not be so upright; wouldn't it be good to set the military and the White Tower against each other?

Flowers need to be watered with fresh blood to bloom brightly.

The little elf on Sheng Lai Ke Si's shoulder drew bow and arrow, and with a "biu!" struck Bai Gao's head; instantly his forehead turned completely red.

Sheng Lai Ke Si didn't even want to look at Bai Gao; everyone knew what that dead kid was thinking.

If it weren't for........ he wouldn't want to bother with Bai Gao.

Shang Ze's glass-like eyes flickered; his actions had already violated the Shang family's precepts, the whip marks on his back shoulder had long healed, yet they seemed to hide a pain.

A knocking sound came from the door; a frail person whose gender was unclear lowered their head and brought up the meal.

"Hello, your meal is here." The voice was like a mosquito's buzz, so faint it was almost inaudible.

Wen Li's legs almost gave out; her frail body trembled incessantly.

Having heard that the upper floors were all taken by high-ranking Sentinels, she knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to escape that hellhole.

Therefore, even if she had to risk her life, she should give it her all; she no longer wanted to live like that.

Her weak heart seemed to be filled with a surge of courage; she did not want to go back and face the gate blade that could fall at any moment.

"I, I." Wen Li's eyes filled with fearful tears as she furtively glanced at the guests in the living room.

They were a group of youths, about her age, dressed finely, looking at first glance like wealthy youngsters out for fun.

A huge sense of despair slowly rose, creeping up to her mouth and nose, threatening to drown her; could it be that she really has no chance left?

"What's wrong with you?" A little blue fish flew to her side, touching her skin, damp and damp, like her tears.

Tears burst from her eyes; she could no longer hold back and cried out in pain.

Fu Guang walked toward the girl sunk in great sorrow, a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old in the differentiation phase, and she stopped the Sentinels from moving lest they frighten her.

She placed her hand on the head of the girl hugging her knees and weeping; a pale blue spiritual power undulated, gradually stabilizing the girl's scarce and fragile spiritual power.

Wen Li gradually stopped crying; she suddenly felt it wasn't such a big deal, and if worse came to worst, she'd rather go all out—no one would want to have it easy.

Fu Guang received such information from the girl's spiritual power, pressed her lips, and felt her own spiritual healing needed improvement.

Wen Li slowly pushed herself up; her sore, weak legs kept wanting to pitch forward, and a soft hand held her up.

"Be careful." The tone was calm and gentle.

It was the central spot in the living room, where a blond-haired girl was faintly surrounded by the crowd.

She exuded a peaceful power that soothed Wen Li.

"I..." she opened her dry lips, then hesitated again.

"Would you have time to share a meal with me?" Fu Guang invited with a gentle smile.

Behind her, Bai Gao nearly clenched his teeth; from the moment the girl entered, his eyes glued to her, and from the first glance he knew he despised her.

One could tell without thinking that this girl was merely seeking help; he'd seen many like her, always using their pretty faces to beg for strangers' kindness.

No one would save her; nobody would.

He seemed lost in thought, staring blankly, the girl's panicked, desperate gaze seemingly pulling him back into a dark past.

He looked at the soft hand supporting the girl's body.

Jealousy almost surged from this body—why wasn't it me? Why hadn't I met them then? Why?! Someone could be saved, why.......

Sheng Lai Ke Si knocked out the obviously abnormal Bai Gao with a hand chop, then calmly told Yin Zhu and Shang Ze, "He's having an episode; I'll take him to rest."

Evidently very familiar with handling Bai Gao's occasional bouts of madness.

"Please." Shang Ze and Yin Zhu, also knowing Bai Gao could go mad, made way.

Sheng Lai Ke Si dragged Bai Gao away by the leg, while Fu Guang shifted her body to block the little girl's view of everything over there.

It felt like a dark deal gone wrong—unsatisfied, they executed someone midway.

Wen Li, the little girl, was lost in her emotions, only hearing the rustling sound; seeing Fu Guang unmoving, she thought she'd misheard and didn't think much of it.

"How old are you, little lady?" Yin Zhu asked after taking a bite.

"Fourteen." Wen Li's emotions had calmed; she couldn't see the small fish made of water perched on her head, its scales clearly visible.

"Do you hope to become a guide or a sentinel?"

Yin Zhu asked offhandedly while chewing rice, like asking an age-appropriate student whether they wanted to enter the top Alliance University or the second War Academy.

The atmosphere fell silent; Wen Li, the little girl, lowered her head quietly, and two crystal tears appeared on the table.